It’s another morning.
I’m walking on the same path.
Ahead me, sunlight shines through the trees.
I see two floating things in the air,
dancing in the light before dropping onto the ground.
As I walk closer, I see two feathers…
and the wind keeps blowing them together.

I sit with my paper and pen, writing this down,
a small black butterfly appears and kisses my hand.
Just for a second… too fast, too fast.
Is it truly a little black butterfly I see?
Or can I only believe it is a little black butterfly
who wants to come to me?

I look into the trees,
following the voice of the bird calling me,
As if it really wants to talk to me.
Like it truly has something to say to me.
So it says to me…

You come behind me,
you speak like the bird that was just speaking to me.
Your words are full of love, truth, and clarity.
You sit with me, looking into me,
as you let me climb your loving tree.

Love, I believe in you.
I see your heart, open and free.
You are strong, capable, and elegant,
just like your charming tree.

You know the truth…
Will you let it speak free?